like a favorite slave, who's learned to hide behind the chains 
your presence sickens me, i'm trying to tell you something 
born into your bonds, played the puppet all along 
but so quick to dismiss me, do you even know what's out there? 
cast this world aside, they'll bleed you till there's nothing left, 
no limits to their lives, their end is never changing 
all that you can see, kneels at His feet in sovereignty. 
time is complete, all that you can know 
will praise his name as you will. 
little finite minds, masters of their finite lives 
but always seem to come up empty 
needing kingdoms built from birth but death reclaims them all to earth 
dust to dust and memories 
and this orchestral masterpiece can only end in tragedy. 
can you hear God laughing 
deep unto deep 
all creation braces for the passing of this time.